
withering
Wolves At The Gate
In silence my bones waste away
Reminding me everyday
Like a splinter that's under my skin
No more hiding the sin that's within
The smoke is now cleared and I see
I feared this cold reality
The bones that I've stacked of my dead
Reveal all of my heartless bloodshed
My eyes are fixed in a broken deadlock
As I'm left staring at this cursed death clock
I feel it growing with every breath
The wages of my sin brings the promise of death
This revelation of guilt makes me cry
Is this why we all have to die?
Withering souls who have felt their life
Is on death row and your fear grows
Don't you lose heart for the hands of the, the physician
Won't let you go
Every sin, every consequence that you would face
He will embrace and take your place



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